I'm so glad Charlie LeDuff is back (thanks, Russell): DETROIT -- Blowing through the grand foyer of the decrepit Michigan Central Depot was a memento from a grander time.
It was a piece of paper, no bigger than a waitress's ticket, a scrap more or less; a remnant of a man's life.
The docket tells the story of a train that pulled into the northern yard on a hot and humid evening on Aug. 23, 1968, at precisely 7:15 p.m.
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